Hi. I am glad that you found your way to my site. My name is Lindsay Berry and I am a writer. I have put up some of my stories here for you to enjoy. Select what you want to read and discover my imaginary world. I welcome any comments you wish to make.
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How did I become hooked on a programme about baking? The Great British Bake Off commanded my attention every week and woe betide anyone who dared to telephone during that special hour. I watched the contestants whip, stir, pound, and stretch their creations with single minded attention. The crazy thing is that the last cake I made was about 20 years ago and the Prince Charming was so heavy that he ended up with his head buried in the blue icing (supposed to be the sea but a rather sick looking cross between a muddy pond and a cloudy sky). Anyway, since then my constant battle with the scales has forbidden indulgences such as chocolate cakes and iced buns.
So I am making a plea; why not get the contestants to tackle some recipes for watchers of weight and the growing population who suffer from diseases such as diabetes, etc? It would give a different meaning to carrot cake and banana breads and orange muffins.
Recently I celebrated a milestone birthday which seemed to prompt my loved ones into a competition amongst them of who could purchase me the most wayout present. When I first read this one I thought that I would be jumping out of an airplane for a skydive and my heart fell as my daughter reminded me of my fear of heights. However, this was not the situation and instead I was lifted up into the air in a wind tunnel. The instructor had me down as a troublemaker when he was unable to exit the room at the end of the briefing due to my many questions and concerns. He sounded quite shocked when he passed me my certificate at the end with a number of achieved levels ticked off and an evaluation that I was awesome. The video soundtrack is overpowered by the laughter of my family as they observed my experience and so I have settled for a still picture to show you what it was like.
A word of advice – do it if you can. What fun it was and we can’t wait to book the next trip so that the entire family can try it out.
It’s party time & I have been reflecting on the decades that have already flown. Is it events that define my life thus far or the cocoon of love that has built around me? I know that through all of the events it is the people at my side who have made the difference & as I step over another milestone I carry with me their love & support.
Party over it will be time to knuckle down & do some serious writing. Time to put my thoughts down for novel number two.
Last week I attended two exhibitions at the beautiful V&A museum in London. To refresh myself I took tea in the amazing cafe. What a joy this building is!
I am in the beautiful town of Harrogate learning about crime. I love this genre & its creators. What fun!😁
With stories of doom and gloom in the publishing world and little hope for fledgling authors, I am interested in how others remain motivated to write. I was trying to explain to my non-writer friends last night that it is a passion that drives me rather than the anticipation of global success. Of course, we all like to hear the words of encouragement of how great we are but without those would I still write? You bet!
How do you stay motivated to write? I love conversations so please comment.
copyright D Mcllroy
His words. It’s all in the preparation, he told her. By the summit it would be like second nature.
Months of planning. Years of anticipation. All of their holiday allowance. All of their money.
In the early days she’d loved his ambition.
That was then.
It was all in the preparation.
She grins at her travel documents. Not long now. A beach holiday. Compliments of insurance.
Must remember to wipe the memory.
She puts on a pair of rubber gloves before she wraps the bottle. He only took one sun cream. Her own recipe.
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com for organising the Friday Fictioneers. A group of writers having fun with photo prompts. Stop by and have a look.